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foo fighters -- all my life |
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on stage i make love to twenty five thousand people; and then i go home alone. -- janis joplin
if i'm up there and i don't feel it, i think i should get down and give someone else a shot. there's always someone ready to step in your place in this life and sometimes, that place is theirs to have. a journal? a fucking journal? me? obviously pacts to boycott the internet and it's superficiality drop when leisha hailey calls, leaves a message, squeaks and we go from there.
i'm heather. just heather. i write, i sing, i avoid the guitar. i'm gay, i don't do drugs, i don't get laid, i like to wear what i like. the murmurs are my favorite band of all time, faking only now to say part of who it is i am without interruption, next to GUSH and also a little of kc and the sunshine band only not really. i love stage plays. i love words. i love lyrics. i don't demand twelve dozen white roses in my dress room. i don't have a dress room. i prefer the bathroom. it's real. it's clear. it's present whenever. it's always there. it's there for everyone. a second convenience would be the hallway, but i don't get my tits out unless i want to. i'm not in with anyone, i'm a tad crazy, i like the fact a song of ours was featured on a kids television show. i like kids t.v. i love watching rugrats. i hate that they've grown up and look like morbid versions of their baby selves. i dig pocky because of a friend and don't know what it is. i don't get trashed. i'm not at odds with humanity. i don't care if you don't like me. or don't want to get to know me. but. i'm not into fakeness.
uhm. yeah. this is me. get it or get lost. sorry.
actually no, you have to love it or else i get scared. pay no attention to the girl behind the pseudonym.
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